How to Fix a Muffler, Local Style
We were feeling so great because we had not had anything break down on this trip. Alas, with just three days to go, our washing machine broke down. I was doing a lot of laundry in order to leave all our clothes here ready for the next time. The machine stopped in the middle of the rinse cycle and would not drain. The head of maintenance for our condos is a very handy young man, so we called him. He came very quickly and got it to work, but he said that it needed a part that would take eight days to get here. He said to finish doing the laundry because it should work the way it was. He also gave us his cell phone number in case we needed him. Well, we had to call him once more. He had to come a second time that day. I continued to do laundry, but the machine stopped again. By this time, it was after working hours, and I had to wait until the next day. I called him the following day bright and early at eight o'clock. He sat with us and waited for a full cycle to make sure it was working properly; nevertheless, I had to call him a fourth time. I finally got done with all my laundry. It took me two days, and I promised him that I wasn't doing any more.
But those of you who follow this blog know about our car, and all its problems. This morning we were going to get gasoline (45 minute drive), some lunch and a couple of things at the store to have for our next trip. When he opened the garage, John noticed that the muffler was hanging low. The roads here are terrible; therefore, cars get a lot of shaking. It is not surprising that things get loose. Since we were going to the service station, it would not be a problem to have the mechanic take a look. I thought it would be a matter of fixing some clamp. The mechanic got under the car and came out with out muffler in his hands. "It is broken," he said. Well, duh! He also said that we had to find somebody who could weld it together or we needed to replace it (it takes eight days also). While we were waiting for the mechanic to take a look at our car, another guy drove up in a Cadillac Escalade. It is very, very unusual to see a Cadillac here, never mind one so big. John stroke up a conversation with the man, a local. He was not the owner of the car. He was the concierge for a very fancy resort. They talked about mechanics, and he told John he happened to know a good one in a town very close to where we live, a place we drive by often. When he overheard what the mechanic said, he told us that his mechanic had the welding equipment needed to fix the muffler. There are no muffler shops anywhere near where we live. He then got on his cell, called his mechanic, asked him if he could fix it, the mechanic said yes, and he told him we would be on our way. Then he drew a map how to get there because it was off the main road. There are no street names, signs, or house numbers in this country.
Incredibly, we drove straight to the place. The directions were. "Drive to the pizza shop in Villa Real and take a left on the dirt road. You will pass a soccer field. When you get to a Y on the road, take the road to the right. Drive about 200 m, and you will see a bunch of dead cars. That´s the mechanic's shop. By the way, if you are hungry, you should try Las Palmas Restaurant." The mechanic was very nice. He said they needed to go get a part. We asked for a ride to the restaurant, but he wanted us to ride standing up on the back of his Jeep. There is no way I was going to do that. We walked to the restaurant, about half a mile. It was a buffet. All the truck drivers were there, so we figured it would be good. We had a typical lunch and walked back. While waiting for the car to be ready I walked over to the mechanic's house and asked a grandma who was sitting on the porch with her grandson if I could sit there to wait. She said yes, and I sat in the hammock. We chatted for a while, mainly with the two-year-old boy, who was so nice to let me sit on his hammock. They were still working on the part, but soon they welded the muffler back to the car, and we were on our way. We finished our errands and went home.
There were two people we wanted to see at the main office. One was the secretary of the general manager. She was the one who facilitated the use of the house for the couples event. The other was a good friend. We were also going to have dinner with friends, but we called and canceled. We are tired. Too much excitement for one day.
Tomorrow is our last day her. Thank you for your prayers. The Lord is good. We are humbled by the fact that He has chosen us to be here and do His work. There is a lot to do, so, with His help, we plan to be back in a couple of months.
Until then....from the beach...